#enigma
Your thoughts crash like thunder, a cacophony of pain, swept away
by the tempest waves of your hair; how ironic it is that men gaze
upon women’s ******* as if they were an oasis in a parched desert.
They possess a strength akin to mountains, while the valley of your
tears floods my vision. Within your form lies the purest fulfilment,
resonating through your very bones; how swiftly it transforms into
verses etched with sharp precision.
Our flesh and spirit coexist, yet they remain eternally apart – we
chase satisfaction in the simplest of joys, our spirits yearning for the
heavens, while the flesh craves a taste of heaven through one hell of
a life. With a gentle gaze, your lips ignite a wildfire, taming nothing
but the primal instincts you believe you have tamed.
The thirst for love flutters like a hummingbird, sipping from a nectar
we cannot measure, unaware of how it nourishes us or for how long.
I oscillate between life’s most profound moments – for human
pleasure demands no concentration, only the act of losing oneself
in the moment. Self-control is the very essence of that focus – yet
how swiftly our thoughts become dulled in the enigma of life.
_Everything is just an enigma in the end._
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
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She says I...
should treat her like a masterpiece of art,
And I’d be a fool to not get the fuller picture;
I might linger by her side, yet my position
remains a mystery, akin to a Khaled feature.
She hides behind her smile;
that’s a kaleidoscope of emotions—perceptual,
asymmetrical, mixed signals with her eyes –
okay, I think I got the picture; “she is a living
Mona Lisa;” yet, she remains to me,
an enigma.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 4:16 PM UTC
My solitary self came wrapped in blankets
Searching for answers in murky clouds
Illusions shattered
The answer came in darkness
In peaceful awakening
A mystical enigma fills my soul with wonder
And I am never the same
Apr 8, 2024
Apr 8, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC
I was a raven once
bumping along on two legs
blundering around in the dark
talking Raven talk
I was enigmatic
I was a spruce needle once
floating down the stream
waiting to see
who might swallow me
I was enigmatic
I was a young woman once
filled with wonder, attitude,
and
matriarchal potential
I was enigmatic
Then I was a pregnant young woman
filled with wonder, attitude,
and a womb full of
growing child
We were enigmatic
Just as one becomes two,
remember this is true:
Raven brings agency
and misunderstanding
And agency is quite enigmatic
Because agency
is the action that changes
landscapes over time
like water through a canyon
And landscapes of the mind are enigmatic
When Trickster becomes kin,
is a good space to begin ...
with the future rarely clear
and end times always near
By the
moon,
stars,
and Sun,
At
least
we have
perspective
And perspective is forever enigmatic
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 6:03 PM UTC
In the cloak of night's tender embrace,
Unravels a phantom's enigma,
A twisted dance of endless shadows,
Chill tremors down the spine,
Each memory, a voyage into the abyss,
Countless scars borne,
The wounds devouring sanity,
fragment by fragment,
The essence of humanity slowly waning,
A tale etched with ink of sorrow in history's cyclical scroll.
The relentless pursuit of a fading light,
Wavers with haunting echoes,
No triumph in victory's embrace,
Only the lingering despair,
In illusion of translucent world,
Aching with an unyielding desire,
reliving the nightmare.
Over and over again.
Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 9:59 AM UTC
I'm an enigma, a quitter and survivor, a pioneer weary of the change that literally defines the career
In desperate need of a savior or at the very least a lucky rabbits foot souvenir
One to keep me free and clear from the type of bad karma that's over the top severe
I've been thinking I don't belong here, I don't know if it's me talking that talk or the fear
I let it take the wheel and steer, my driving advise from the rear seat falls on a deaf ear
I guess I ain't suppose to interfere with the charioteer, the why isn't clear
Now I've gotta kick it into another gear to commandeer my own life like a buccaneer
This deer in headlights nonsense won't get me anywhere near my "new beginnings" frontier
I lost track of my trail guide mountaineer, forgotten about like I'm the fourth musketeer
The sheer volume of every collected tear almost drowns me at least once a year
Or acts like pavement when I smear across it after falling from the atmosphere
My guardian angel is a horrible puppeteer, seems to disappear when needed most like he's the one with crippling fear
...go figure
©2021
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 2:05 AM UTC
Tiny, puffy clouds
were once above my head
My feet were there below,
steady and firmly placed.
I can walk a straight path
with no complications
Even in twist and turns
and a loss of directions
Rarely do I trip
or dangle from the branches
The weeds are growing taller
but facile to remove.
I traveled further
in the long, narrow streets
The constant flickering lights,
a very mysterious aura
I headed straight,
but something made me turn
the clouds were on my feet
I suddenly disappeared.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
Letting the ivy roam...
Moonlight serenade, to a begun favor:
Sense in a gentler breeze, the thought to own
A grace, a fastidious space, for a little face...
Pink, the through and due, irony we seldom
Stink and prosper, the alienation we souled?
Together in legend, we tell a tale to a God's question:
Letting the ivy see, is a redress of futures, fools?
Paces and setting a catch, of futures in the light?
A wavering kiss, and the doles of redemption
Have their solemn kin, taken to remembering a night?
My name is a person, order and truth, to another selection...
Of hearts or the ivy...
Spare to fore, we conceive a notion
Made to tailor, a secret, an irony sighed...
Like the bird it was, a concern that lead to devotion...
Ivy sleeps, shadows play...
In the breeds we assume are, the peace of decency...
That has awoken, and seen the sun come, for why...?
Persuade a kind from dread, our fruit is a gift of agony...?
Building halts; continuing salt...
When has a legend presumed finish, of soon's reasons?
The tow of exception, is a wind to defer to a copious fall?
Looking ivy in the eye, asking nix for not, a needs seasons?
The fight is brutal, letting ivy is like a breath between friends
Aching at the completed hour, the duty of they and strange smiles
Set in similar pasts to a redefining must, that only with help, lends
A role no greater than now, a whisper that ended a world's defiled?
Ivy wants your life for a silence...
Ivy has the stomach to turn direction into beauty...
Ivy seemingly aloof, to worth to realize a gift is fast, to the chin...
Ivy knows you, like a taken privilege on the other side of saying we...
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
If you feel
Ordinary
Just an ordinary
I highly recommend you
To meet
Your own Picasso
Or may be Leonardo
Or someone like them
They all are
Best in their class
To portray
Extraordinary
Out of you
There is something
Within you
That needs to shine
Acknowledge that
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 9:21 PM UTC
Tumbling down,
as scarlet dreams adorn my mind.
In the eerie darkness of the night,
Alone am I with my thoughts,
with no one around,
crimson drops,
diamond tears,
losing myself slowly,
I gaze down at my pillow
and see it...
DRENCHED.
Feb 10, 2023
Feb 10, 2023 at 9:23 PM UTC
Love was a feral creature,
Something to be avoided,
Something to be feared...
For I believed it only brought;
Pain, Destruction and Loss...
Long had I stayed away,
Caging myself in,
void of emotions...
But then,
YOU,
came into my life...
you tamed the beast
and showed me,
it wasn't all that bad...
You came in,
and...
made me believe in,
"LOVE"
You enveloped me in your caring arms,
I embraced your heart without a thought...
And now,
when I think of love,
I think of....
YOU!
♥
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:10 AM UTC
I used to
lay on the lonely bed,
Longing for your warm embraces.
Thinking of how when your arms wrap around me,
My whole body goes into a state of inexplicable euphoria...
About those lustful kisses
Dripping with passion,
Your lips crashing against mine,
As a faint moan escapes my lips...
Played had I continuously in my mind
these memories
before,
And I wish I could say that,
Our time was the best...
But baby,
I have realised...
I love myself more than you!
<3
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
Who'd believe those eyes?
One made from alabaster
Whose mind is gullible?
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:30 AM UTC
You are the sun in the solar system,
Somehow pulling everyone into your orbit.
Even passer by asteroids like myself
Get captured and entranced
By the gravitas of your enigma.
Forever stuck in the same trajectory,
Always circling back to you.
How do you do it?
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
My eyes glistens and sparkles louder than the stars
They caress gentler that the morning breeze
And roar louder than the oceans
Flooding my soul with understanding
My tongue is soothing like the calm before the storm
It builds just as great as it annihilates
The very core of the universe quakes at the sound of my voice
Setting loose the forces of life
As the thirsty grounds are quenched
I absorb heartily
Discernment is my filter
I am a spirit and my life is a conundrum to many
I blow to and fro and many cannot fathom
My ways are a mystery
Call me Enigma
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
Outside inward I feel
otherwise backward reveal
sanitize my verse and seal
decompress and sell it as a pill
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
Distance fades all things known to exist. All matter, all memory consumed by the horizon. We live in chasm between the past and the future where the only clarity is now. This enigma is intrinsic to our theoretical realities. That is unless we move with our eyes closed. Maintaining the vibrancy of the ruins in our path. Retaining unobscured echoes from all who came before.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Nor gave my heart a song.
But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the open gate
That leads through heaven’s wall!
(By Sara Teasdale)
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የምከፍለው ምን ወሮታ አለኝ?
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ለልቤም መዝሙር አልሰጠሃት፣
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በግድግዳወ አርጎ ሠተት
የሚያዘልቅ ወደ ገነት!
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
trickles of sweat,
that culcalte into buckets of water,
keeping oceans afloat,
while humans miserable, burning in the waves of unintelligible thought,
the clock chimes, with invigorated rhythm,
the wind is dead silent, as it whispers,
a silent tongue of shrill voices.
the cricketers, succumb to their misery,
in the dead cry, of the night,
owls accompanying children,
to midnight meals of laughter,
whuch would only happen in the dreams,
of a suitor to the polarity, of things.
the walls around here are baked,
with heat and wisps of murmur, that fill
the numbness of crocky ears, leaning to,
unfulfilled silences to which, the grasshoppers dance.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC